Surgical Saint Li Mo

Li Mo quickly calmed down in the face of the tip of the iceberg that the Heart Beast Black Market had revealed.

After all, he knew that in the world he inhabited, both immortals and mortals possessed Eternal Life, so it was perfectly normal for cultivators to put organs on the shelves.

Once spiritual energy entered the body, organs became precious spiritual materials.

Seven thousand years ago, the Immortal Cultivation World also had demonic cultivators who killed people to refine pills, but now, it had become a common phenomenon.

Li Mo hesitated for a moment, not directly seeking out a shop that purchased Bizarre Beast corpses.

He wandered around the black market. Even though many eyes were fixed on him, he did not reveal his aura, focusing instead on investigating the shops.

Li Mo quickly found the Yi Bao Pavilion that the Head Surnamed Yue had mentioned.

The Yi Bao Pavilion was indeed the largest pawnshop in the black market, with cultivators constantly coming and going, including some at the Coming-of-Age Stage that Li Mo could not see through.

The other shops were a mixed bag of Fish and Dragons; they might offer higher purchase prices, but there was always risk involved.

Li Mo took a deep look at the signboard of the Yi Bao Pavilion, then, ignoring the malicious gazes from several figures in the shadows, turned and walked toward the inn.

There were three inns in the black market, all clearly bearing the carved decorations of the Heart Beast Sect.

The inns were all shrouded by Spirit Gathering Arrays. Although the density of the gathered spiritual energy varied, to Li Mo at the Childhood Stage, the difference was negligible.

The Childhood Stage was primarily a process of laying the foundation.

Li Mo sighed inwardly. If he had enough spirit stones, the Heart Beast Black Market would undoubtedly be a better place for seclusion than Smelting Town.

He walked into the Tushan Inn, where the spiritual energy was thin.

What met his eyes were various screens painted with Wild Beasts, and porcelain vases placed on the counter, clearly also from the Pawnshop's handiwork.

The main hall was empty; the rooms were upstairs.

No cultivator would linger in the main hall, because due to the black market's formation, everyone would unconsciously keep a distance of at least ten meters from each other.

Because of his Leakless Body, Li Mo's aura was not revealed, and his body had no exaggerated deformities, making him appear extraordinary in every way.

In the eyes of Rogue Cultivators, Li Mo must have a lineage inheritance, and it would be unwise to offend him lightly, lest it implicate high-level cultivators.

The Shop Assistant maintained a stiff smile, stepped closer, and asked, "Guest, are you here for a meal or to stay?"

Li Mo had little need for food. He glanced at the inn's door and said, "Childhood Stage. Staying."

He showed no sign of being a novice, as if he frequented inns often. It was all thanks to his Eidetic Memory, which gave him astonishing observational skills.

The Shop Assistant paused for half a breath, then spoke, "Alright. Ten days, five Low-grade Spirit Stones. I'll collect the room fee for ten days first. If you want to stay longer, just leave the spirit stones outside the door."

He bent over and gestured for Li Mo to follow him.

The Shop Assistant's face bore an unchanging smile, giving Li Mo the feeling that he was more like a puppet, his actions and behavior following a specific pattern.

But the skin probably wasn't fake. Could it be refined from a living person?

Li Mo handed over five Low-grade Spirit Stones. On the surface, he was calm, but inwardly, he felt a bit pained. The inns in the black market were simply too expensive.

The benefit of the Spirit Gathering Array was negligible. The value of the five Low-grade Spirit Stones was entirely reflected in the inn's function of sheltering cultivators.

Li Mo's current assets, not counting the Bizarre Beast corpses, were only two hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones, enough to stay at the Tushan Inn for just over two years.

But there was no helping it. The Childhood Stage Death Sickness would erupt around the age of twenty.

Li Mo's Childhood Stage Death Sickness was slightly delayed, but it would still fully erupt in another ten years. He had to do his best to increase his cultivation during this time.

"Guest, this is your pass for entering and exiting. If anything comes up, just contact me."

The Shop Assistant led Li Mo to a guest room on the west side of the second floor, then turned and left, his footsteps maintaining an unchanging rhythm.

He was clearly not an ordinary mortal, but indeed a puppet controlled by a Spell.

Li Mo put away the bone-shaped pass.

The guest room was extremely bare. There wasn't even a bed or any furniture, just a Cushion placed in the center.

He closed his eyes and connected with the outside world, finding that the concentration of Variant Spiritual Energy was about thirty percent higher.

The rest of the guest room was similar to the Inner Room, but the room Li Mo had stayed in at the Pawnshop was the most common Human Grade.

The Earth Grade and Heaven Grade rooms probably also had Spirit Gathering Arrays.

Li Mo couldn't help but sit cross-legged for a moment, using the method of absorbing and circulating the Circulation Cycle to calm his mind.

The progress of the Heart Spiritual Root Transformation had unknowingly reached nearly fifty percent, and the internal structure was beginning to show signs of petrification.

He opened his eyes, still dissatisfied with the efficiency of his cultivation.

"I need to find a way to buy some Misty Spiritual Energy in the black market to absorb directly, or take some Pills that can speed up cultivation."

Li Mo estimated that even if the Yi Bao Pavilion had Misty Spiritual Energy, the stock wouldn't be much.

Even the Misty Spiritual Energy that Han Cai had collected was only enough for Li Mo to advance to Childhood Stage Layer 2. In the end, cultivation still required steady effort.

Not having spirit stones was also a problem. He could only rely on making money by refining magical artifacts.

Li Mo multitasked, maintaining the Circulation Cycle while taking out the stinking Bizarre Beast corpses and meticulously dissecting them.

There were two Bizarre Beast corpses in total. Aside from the remains of the Childhood Stage Mountain Lord, the Pseudo Bizarre Beast Waking Lion had also undergone some transformation before death, making it worth much more than others of the same level.

Li Mo's movements were precise and accurate, and the various organs were neatly sorted to the side.

He realized he truly had a talent for being a physician—or perhaps a butcher. The Magic Finger transformed into a scalpel, easily slicing through muscle fibers without disturbing their natural texture.

Li Mo was completely absorbed. When he came back to his senses, the room was filled with blood.

Neatly arranged before him were the various organs of two Bizarre Beasts. Many were still twitching, a testament to the tenacity of Bizarre Beast vitality.

Li Mo wrapped them in oil paper and stored them separately in his old Storage Bag.

Unfortunately, he had no preservation container. The corpses had to be sold within fifteen days, or they would inevitably rot and their quality would degrade.

Li Mo planned to set out again in a few days.

He understood that ever since he entered the Black Market, he had been watched by Rogue Cultivators. It was best not to leave the inn for a short while, to avoid any unexpected trouble.

Li Mo took out the Bizarre Beast Blood. There were three bottles of Mountain Lord blood and seven bottles of Waking Lion blood, all usable for the Bloody process of the Tiger Head Tattoo.

The Crimson Fox sensed the Ghost Tiger's excitement and released waves of hot air in displeasure.

As the Tattooed Beast grew stronger, its Spiritual Intelligence was clearly increasing as well. This saved Li Mo the trouble of having to constantly control it after casting his spells.

After calming the Crimson Fox, Li Mo began to grind the Bizarre Beast Blood into ink.

Bizarre Beast Blood was different from ordinary beast blood. Its ferocity had to be eliminated as much as possible, or it would inevitably cause side effects for the Tattooed Beast.

He added Fingertip Blood in batches, also infusing it with Yin Spiritual Energy to nourish it.

The Bizarre Beast Blood began to boil, and faint screams of the dead could be heard.

When the commotion subsided, Li Mo's Magic Finger transformed into a needle and absorbed the Bizarre Beast Blood.

Building on the foundation of the Tiger Head Tattoo, he refined the details by drawing the tattoo, making the tiger head more lifelike.

This was Li Mo's first time nourishing the Beast Head Tattoo with Bizarre Beast Blood, and he used only a quarter of the usual amount.

Even so, the Ghost Tiger still fell into hibernation. A snoring sound like a sleeping Mountain Lord came from his right arm, and the tattoo pattern kept shifting.